Page 89 of Licks

New spots, each with the power to blind me.

“Now,” I murmured, dizzy with desire. “I need you now.”

“Now,” he agreed, pulling my legs back slightly.

Still behind me, his thickness brushed my ass. I sensed him bend his knees to line up with my entrance. It wasn’t low enough. I lifted to my tiptoes, but one of my feet slipped. His knee hit the shower wall.

“Shit.”

“Fuck.”

“Ow.”

“Oof.”

I fell backward into him, laughing. “Shower sex is not our forté.”

He caught me around the waist. “Everything with you is perfect.”

We wound up on the floor again, half in the shower, half out, still grinning, the water still running. I straddled his hips, couldn’t believe August Cruz was smiling up at me, laughter and love in his eyes. “Perfect,” he said again.

I lifted up, guided him below me, and lowered myself down. We both sighed, but my exhale was louder. It was full of this moment and all I wanted: to be with August, make a baby one day, a girl or boy who we’d raise in a loving home, here or abroad. Even if we had to spend time apart, we’d make it work. I wouldn’t let my insecurities rule me. I’d give that child everything I never had. With August.

I circled my hips and went to lift up and show him my heart with tender loving, our bodies meant to be joined, but he gripped my hips. “Wait.”

I squirmed. “Why?”

“I’ve never felt this.” His pupils had blown wide with intensity.

I traced his wet nose. “Felt what?”

August

Gwen was straddling me, surrounding me, all her wet heat fisting my cock, and I struggled to explain my need to hit pause. I’d experienced this base pleasure with women before, the burn before the release. But I was still amused by mine and Gwen’s fumbled shower sex attempt, how I’d loved tripping over her and winding up on the floor—again. There was no awkward moment. No hesitancy or embarrassment.

And I was bare in her. We wouldn’t try for a baby until we were solid, but being nestled in her, balls deep, at peace yet rock hard, imagining our future and coming inside her soon: I just couldn’t find the words.

I gathered my breath and did the best I could. “I didn’t know what love was until you.”

Laughter. Fumbles. Fuck-ups. Forgiveness. And this fever. This hot, thick lust waiting to explode because of the woman who’d taught me the meaning of life.

“Then love me,” she said, rocking on me as much as I’d let her.

We lived in the pause, the shower making a mess of her bathroom, Gwen making a mess of my heart. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Then I let her move. I palmed her breasts, watched greedily as her head tipped back and lips dropped open. I slid my hands down her body, supported her hips, met her each time she lowered. Still slow, still drawing out our pleasure.

The longest seconds in history.

I flipped her on her back, inching us farther out of the shower. On my knees, I canted her hips and thrust into her again, deeper than before. I watched each slow drag of my cock pulling out and pushing in. Fire shot up my thighs. “Wish you could see how beautiful you are.” Her tight, glistening pussy swallowing my length.

“We’ll video it next time.”

Possessiveness surged through me at the notion. My girl, on camera for me. Something to enjoy when we’re apart. “Damn right, we will.”

I pumped into her harder, faster, deeper. I fell forward, ground my pelvis where she needed me. She caught her breath each time we connected, dug her fingers into my back. I sucked on her neck, wanted to leave a mark. A tattoo. A permanent reminder of who loved her, no matter what that box brought.

She may have said we’d work through anything, that she’d put us first, but that box was a wild card. It could alter everything.

We had now, at least. This incomprehensible perfection on a wet floor, her nearby birth control a reminder of our pledge. Just us. We’d always come first.